An Italian’s Escort Lover

Phoebe Point of View

“Nonna, it is nothing so serious. I just twisted my leg, that’s it. I’m fine.” Nicco said in a little exasperating tone. His eyes were gleaming with amusement towards his grandma which was not at all appreciated by the latter.

It took Mrs. Clara one hour to reach home after the mention of Nicco’s little accident. She was out to speak with some of her old age club friends and when she heard the news, she ran back to the mansion, literally.

Lucky!

That is the only expression I can think of; how lucky Nicco is to have a grandmother like Mrs. Clara who can do anything for him. That love, that affection, that security; I don’t know about others but if someone ask me choose between the world and a family like Mrs. Clara, I would choose the latter.

I can see how easily she makes people depend on her emotionally. Though she has this strict and elegant rich aura around her, it cannot mask the kind and caring side she has.

“How is it alright? You have a wrap around your leg and the doctor told you to have a bed rest for three days. How is it any fine?” She scowled looking at his hurting leg and trailed a hand on it soothingly, just like how a mother or a grandmother would do.

Anyone can clearly see how much Nicco means to her.

I looked between the two who were exchanging words, while I was standing beside the bed on the other side with a medicine box in hand. Mrs. Jones thankfully gave me the responsibility to feed him the medicines and attend him while she prepare some healthy food for Nicco.

“Look at the bright side, Nonna. You want me to work less and rest more while I’m staying here and see you have your wish fulfilled. I will take complete rest these three days and I will promise you I will not touch my office work.” He raised both his hands in a surrender to which Mrs. Clara narrowed her eyes at the dramatic grandson.

I’m happy that the old fun loving Nicco is slowly getting back.

“I will take good care of him, Mrs. Clara. Rest assured. I will serve him to the best I can.” I spoke for the first time noticing the worried look etched on her face so clearly.

She looked towards me and stared for a good few minutes and nodded shortly before she turned back her attention to Nicco.

“It is not just about that, Phoebe. It is good you are there to help him with everything he need at a time like such, but what I am concerned is, till when you will be there for him. After all, you are just a help in this mansion.” She stated with a crestfallen face. My heart stringed hundred folds when she said I am nothing but a help.

But then, she is not wrong at all. I am Nicco’s wife legally but nobody knows about it. He so conveniently married me secretly and left me to my own sources like he did not meant it.

I still don’t understand why he had to wed me and pretend he is nothing to me. What is he expecting from me?

“Ah yes. I’m sorry I overstepped.” I apologized immediately, ignoring how her words hurt me. Nicco did raise his eyebrow at what his grandma said but did not even care to respond something. It was as if he did not care.

“It’s not your fault, Phoebe. Don’t apologize. At least through this incident, I learnt one important thing.” She heaved. I and Nicco looked at her curiously, silently worrying if he had come to know about our wedding.

“You need to move on honey.” She declared to Nicco, who nothing but raised his perfect eyebrow at her again. While I almost choked on my saliva, I am curious to know what she meant.

She can’t be… meaning –

“What do you mean ‘move on’?” He asked her cautiously.

“I mean, how many days months or years are you going to sulk around for a girl who doesn’t love you and left you, honey. You need to move on and see that there are many fish in the water that are suitable to you and can make you loved and happy.” She explained. My heart dropped at the notion of Nicco going for another woman.

“No.” I heard someone shout and when I noticed both the grandma and Nicco looking at me perplexed, that is when I realized where the voice came from.

It was me.

I shouted that.

I paled at the continuous stares and gulped audibly, “I am sorry. I – just thought that Mr. Russo – should go for the person he – he loves.” I stammered talking nonsense without even thinking.

God, why did I open my mouth? Why should I say that?

By the looks of the duo, they are looking at me stunned and a little frustrated, maybe with my audacity to put my nose in their family issues.

But I have to nosy now, or else my husband will not be mine anymore. Though I am still thinking about my current situation of being a secret wife, I am genuinely thinking about the ways to fix this right.

“It is not enough if only he loves her. She should love him back too and as much as I know, she doesn’t care about him at all.” Mrs. Clara announced confidently. I looked at Nicco to tell him that I indeed love him a lot and wish he could vouch his grandma for my love but what puzzled and hurt me more was he did not even try to butt in. He was just entertaining himself with our conversation.

“She loves him too.” I put in quickly and as quickly as I spoke, my eyes widened. Mrs. Clara made no attempt in masking her scowl. “I – imply, she must love him so much to leave Mr. Russo for his better future even though it hurts her.” I justified.

I can bear insults, name calling, vulgar remarks, everything but if there is anything I cannot bear is that if someone suggest that my love for Nicco is not real.

I can happily leave my life if it makes him happy. I can die with a smile if it means the same smile will be permanently on his lips. As much I take impulsive decisions, my love for him was never impulsive or fake.

It is as true as my whole existence.

“Sometimes you speak as if you are that very person Phoebe.” Mrs. Clara chuckled and shook her head at me. Well, I am that very person, I wanted to say but shut my mouth because I have no right to speak between them. “Anyway, I don’t want to wait until your girl is enlightened and get back to you. So Niccolo, I want you to meet granddaughter of my friend.” She clapped her hands changing from terrifying to excited in seconds.

“Nonna –” Nicco started probably to decline the idea but Mrs. Clara cut him off very effectively.

“NO, Nicco, listen to me first. She is humble, stunning and can cook like a chef. She will be a great companion for you.” I am surprised Nicco is even listening to this. Why is he not stopping her from her attempts? He is already married to me. “Alright, just meet her, see if you can relate yourself with her, let’s see how the flow between you both goes and then we will think about wedding later.”

Say No, Nicco. This cannot happen. Just say No.

My jaw literally dropped when I saw Nicco, my secret husband, sigh and nod in agreement to Mrs. Clara’s suggestion. What?

How could he?

Oh no, this is not happening. Is he really that excited to meet some girl on a blind date that he is even smiling so gleefully.

Mrs. Clara hurried out of his bedroom excitedly telling him that she will call her friend to arrange a meeting for both the kids.

“How can you agree to that, Nicco. You are already married. Did you forget that?” I exclaimed throwing my hands in exasperation. I am so damn angry right now. How can he do that to me?

“Ah but sweetheart, my wife doesn’t really care about me. So it is better I try out alternate future paths. After all, she always wanted the same from me.” Nicco shrugged nonchalantly and leaned back on the bed covering himself with covers, getting ready to take a nap.

“But that was before you married me.” I retorted back feeling helpless. There is nothing more pathetic in this world than to see her husband looking for someone else to be loved.

“Really? So, what changed? What changed your decision of not giving me up for my bright happy future?” I froze. I don’t know. It puzzled me too when I couldn’t answer his questions.

Why?

What changed, really?

Why am so bent on saving my relationship with him when I was trying to run away from just few days ago.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Why am I not thinking about his future with some other woman now?

What really changed?

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